My DIL#1 informed me on Friday that it was only five weeks to Christmas. That is something I do not want to hear!
I'll be honest and admit that I'm not a huge Christmas fan. I love having the family around and the big family dinner and seeing those I love happy but I hate the shopping, the planning, the cleaning (which probably won't get done this year thanks to other commitments), wrapping presents, and the fact that I have five sons who are more than capable of decorating the tree but always give up halfway.
Making Christmas pudding together as a family is traditional in our home (shouldn't be too hard to organise this year since everyone is currently sleeping under the one roof) and it seems that DH and I have now started a new tradition of taking The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 to the local Christmas Parade.
We went last Saturday.
After watching the procession for a while, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 asked, "Where's the Christmas Parade?" I informed her that she was watching it. She looked around thoughtfully before asking, "Where are the dogs?" Last year they had a pair of beautiful Saint Bernard dogs in the parade and she obviously had gotten it into her adorable little head that dogs belong in the Christmas Parade.
Sadly, very few Christian symbols made their way into the Christmas Parade this year - not even in the music (which apparently The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 thought was so bad that she had to cover her ears).
I know I say this every year but every year it seems even more incredible than the last that the year is almost over. We've already survived school prize givings and have almost survived final exams (Son#5 finishes tomorrow and Son#4 the day after) so I guess we'll survive Christmas too - and all the other changes that are coming or have already arrived.
Son#1 has almost finished doing up his house and he and his wife are planning to put it on the market some time this week. Their time with us could almost be coming to an end.
(And I'm going to miss this - lots.)
Son#2 has picked up the keys to the house he and his fiance have bought and they're planning to do some work on it before they move in after their wedding (just over six weeks away).
I still haven't bought a dress for my son's wedding and I certainly haven't lost the weight I wanted to lose before the big day. I have a student at work which always means additional work and my book has now moved from the "Coming Soon" list on the publisher's website to the "Newly Released".
It just seems that every thing is moving too fast (apart from my book which has moved at a snail's pace). But I have much to be thankful for. May I not forget that amidst the busyness of the Christmas season.
I'll be honest and admit that I'm not a huge Christmas fan. I love having the family around and the big family dinner and seeing those I love happy but I hate the shopping, the planning, the cleaning (which probably won't get done this year thanks to other commitments), wrapping presents, and the fact that I have five sons who are more than capable of decorating the tree but always give up halfway.
Making Christmas pudding together as a family is traditional in our home (shouldn't be too hard to organise this year since everyone is currently sleeping under the one roof) and it seems that DH and I have now started a new tradition of taking The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 to the local Christmas Parade.
We went last Saturday.
After watching the procession for a while, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 asked, "Where's the Christmas Parade?" I informed her that she was watching it. She looked around thoughtfully before asking, "Where are the dogs?" Last year they had a pair of beautiful Saint Bernard dogs in the parade and she obviously had gotten it into her adorable little head that dogs belong in the Christmas Parade.
Sadly, very few Christian symbols made their way into the Christmas Parade this year - not even in the music (which apparently The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 thought was so bad that she had to cover her ears).
I know I say this every year but every year it seems even more incredible than the last that the year is almost over. We've already survived school prize givings and have almost survived final exams (Son#5 finishes tomorrow and Son#4 the day after) so I guess we'll survive Christmas too - and all the other changes that are coming or have already arrived.
Son#1 has almost finished doing up his house and he and his wife are planning to put it on the market some time this week. Their time with us could almost be coming to an end.
(And I'm going to miss this - lots.)
Son#2 has picked up the keys to the house he and his fiance have bought and they're planning to do some work on it before they move in after their wedding (just over six weeks away).
I still haven't bought a dress for my son's wedding and I certainly haven't lost the weight I wanted to lose before the big day. I have a student at work which always means additional work and my book has now moved from the "Coming Soon" list on the publisher's website to the "Newly Released".
It just seems that every thing is moving too fast (apart from my book which has moved at a snail's pace). But I have much to be thankful for. May I not forget that amidst the busyness of the Christmas season.
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